Two Coffee Tables, One Room
I own five coffee tables. Not in one room, to be clear, I’m not running a furniture showroom out of a one bedroom in Somerville, but five, spread across a…
I own five coffee tables. Not in one room, to be clear, I’m not running a furniture showroom out of a one bedroom in Somerville, but five, spread across a…
I counted it once, out of pure boredom during a work call I wasn’t paying attention to. Nine times. That’s how many times I opened the sideboard in my living…
I bought my first sofa bed in 1979, the year my husband and I moved into the house I still live in now, and for a solid decade I operated…
My brother Danny stopped in the doorway of my living room in March, looked at the eighteen inches between my coffee table and my sofa, and said, “Priya, is this…
I was on my knees in the living room with a tape measure and a granola bar my daughter had abandoned halfway through, trying to figure out why every time…
I put a chandelier in my first condo before I owned a single piece of real furniture, which tells you everything about my priorities and also nothing about my judgment,…
I own six floating TV stands. Not six television sets, not six living rooms that need filling, six actual console units built or marketed under that particular name, and three…
I ruined a cushion cover so badly that my wife walked into the living room, looked at the couch, and said “did we get a cat that likes to nest…
I’ve measured the arm of my sofa eleven times since March. I know that because I started keeping a tally on a sticky note stuck to the fridge, next to…
I’m on my knees on the floor of what my mortgage paperwork optimistically calls a “second bedroom,” measuring the gap between the window and the closet door with a tape…